Thursday, November 14, 2019
My Brother the Drunk Essay -- Descriptive Essay Examples, Observation
      My Brother the Drunk               As he walked past me, I glanced up at him timidly. I  looked into his eyes, realizing they were exactly like mine. Quickly I shifted  my gaze to the floor, not wanting to make eye contact. It wasn't always this  awkward between us, but something had changed.                My brother stood tall a few feet in front of me. He was  almost towering, and I felt myself become very nervous. With his head held high,  he walked over to me. He asked how I was doing; I told him that I was fine. My  brother flipped his head back in a cocky manner, as if to emphasize his  ear-length hair. I secretly rolled my eyes. Making small talk, I asked him how  school was going. He replied that it was great and that all his teachers loved  him. He also commented on how he might be playing baseball for his college again  this year. I smiled and said that that was wonderful. He didn't bother to ask  how school was going for me. Feeling strange, I told him that I had to run. We  said our goodbyes and he began to leave. As he left, I noticed the way he  walked. It wasn't a normal walk. It was a walk that commanded everyone's  attention. It was a steady stride. With his shoulders back and head up, I could  tell that everyone at the grocery store was watching him. Unfortunately   , so  could he.                As children, my brother and I were very close. Well, as  close as a brother and sister can be. We played together all of the time, and he  always tucked me into bed at night. Sometimes, when I was scared of the dark, he  would take all of my stuffed animals and surround me with them. In elementary  school, he was very protective of me. He always made sure that no one was ...              ...pick him up. He started to scream and yell at me. "You never do anything  for me," he said. I gave the phone to my dad, and he explained to my brother  that he would be picking him up. My brother was mad at me for days.                Along with an attitude, my brother had developed an ego  problem. He would stand at the bathroom mirror, telling himself how gorgeous he  looked. Moving his head back and forth, he commented on how he had no bad  angles. He started to brag about cheating on his girlfriend. I couldn't stand to  be around him anymore.                He finally decided to move out a couple of months ago. He  didn't even say goodbye to me. My mother told me he was leaving. Since then I  can barely talk to him. Things have become so strained between us. I see him  here and there, and I wish that things hadn't changed so much.                      My Brother the Drunk Essay -- Descriptive Essay Examples, Observation        My Brother the Drunk               As he walked past me, I glanced up at him timidly. I  looked into his eyes, realizing they were exactly like mine. Quickly I shifted  my gaze to the floor, not wanting to make eye contact. It wasn't always this  awkward between us, but something had changed.                My brother stood tall a few feet in front of me. He was  almost towering, and I felt myself become very nervous. With his head held high,  he walked over to me. He asked how I was doing; I told him that I was fine. My  brother flipped his head back in a cocky manner, as if to emphasize his  ear-length hair. I secretly rolled my eyes. Making small talk, I asked him how  school was going. He replied that it was great and that all his teachers loved  him. He also commented on how he might be playing baseball for his college again  this year. I smiled and said that that was wonderful. He didn't bother to ask  how school was going for me. Feeling strange, I told him that I had to run. We  said our goodbyes and he began to leave. As he left, I noticed the way he  walked. It wasn't a normal walk. It was a walk that commanded everyone's  attention. It was a steady stride. With his shoulders back and head up, I could  tell that everyone at the grocery store was watching him. Unfortunately   , so  could he.                As children, my brother and I were very close. Well, as  close as a brother and sister can be. We played together all of the time, and he  always tucked me into bed at night. Sometimes, when I was scared of the dark, he  would take all of my stuffed animals and surround me with them. In elementary  school, he was very protective of me. He always made sure that no one was ...              ...pick him up. He started to scream and yell at me. "You never do anything  for me," he said. I gave the phone to my dad, and he explained to my brother  that he would be picking him up. My brother was mad at me for days.                Along with an attitude, my brother had developed an ego  problem. He would stand at the bathroom mirror, telling himself how gorgeous he  looked. Moving his head back and forth, he commented on how he had no bad  angles. He started to brag about cheating on his girlfriend. I couldn't stand to  be around him anymore.                He finally decided to move out a couple of months ago. He  didn't even say goodbye to me. My mother told me he was leaving. Since then I  can barely talk to him. Things have become so strained between us. I see him  here and there, and I wish that things hadn't changed so much.                        
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